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His kisses are my dreams.Sometimes a reason,but usually aimless. When my dreams wander elsewhere,it feels like treason.I want to figure it out,but my heart casts a mind doesn't know what ...

Since the day I saw your face,My heart has fallen astray.Now, maybe you'll bring me back,Yes, today could be the day.Whenever I gaze into your eyes,My heartbeat shows the fear.But ...

I purposefully spelled out hopeless as hope less. And I probably have punctuation errors but just let me know what you think please.Hope less broken soulSpeak to me no moreCast ...

A splintered fence—pin-strung and puckered mouths,plucked,the roses are dying.Messiah strokes their ranks, steps betweenthe feather-lipped heads to inquire,What mortal needle sows stem to soul;what

.The silent stranger watching in the crowd---there one moment and gone the next.A shadowy figure outside her window---there one moment and gone the next.The stealthy footfall of sockless feet---there

Children cry in the dead of night screaming for solace As their mothers try to tell them it’s alright as they are told to hush, be quiet The silence is ...

Go to sleep and close your teary eyes Never again wake to see the night Hush little girl don't you dare cry Sit back and enjoy your final night Here ...

Okay, I'm honestly trying to get better at poetry. I'm still a bit tender, so be nice when you rip this to shreds. Writing is smooth, unblemished: the new car ...

NOTE: This poem is based on entirely true events. No names or places have been changed. On a crazy Saturday night, four men wearing jeans and hoodies took the one ...

*Author's Note: 2nd draft and subject to change. need pointers, tips, ideas, critiques, the whole 9 yards. thanks Life is a stream with many forks You can’t go back, The ...

Note: For some reason, the paragraph spacing is not working, so the stanzas aren't appearing separate.The roses have wiltedsince the last time I've been here. What were once bright, crimson ...

[spoiler]I'm running around in circles, it's getting me nowhere. The soles of my shoes are wearing away, the rock beneath them eroding. Frozen in time by indecision, it's all just ...

Dear PhAtZo[me], Let me remind you of what Anorexia is like. It's horrible, ugly, and wrong, but it feels so right. You drool over food and crap like that, And ...

How to Sell Things at a Yard SaleA ridiculous attempt at August Poem month. I hope you don't got blind =_= Spoiler! : A box full of toys sit by ...

A/N: So, I based this on the Assassin's Tango by John Powell. This is the first poem I've written on this basics, like structure and so. Feedback is welcomed. Draw ...